Emily Dickinson

Except to Heaven, she is nought

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels — lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. Except for winds — provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies. The smallest Housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the Lawn And somebody has lost the face That made Existence — Home!